A&P - Breakin The Rules lyrics

Yeah, check it out why'all. Firing Squad, n***a. (First Family) Yeah, Firing Squad, n***a. Check it out. (First Family) The name's Bill (What up Bill?) I'ma semi-automatic addict for real Before you test me Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is s**y I put you motherf**ers back on the ?rip? Tip and get the split in a n***a's sh** (Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherf**ers back to 86 And get to dumpin off a clip (You know the game) You want to test me? (You gotta) Let your time be, there's a long line of n***as that's ready to wrong me, I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some sh** that don't concern me And most dudes don't like the way I rap The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep Berkuance, (Retreat!) I would never be disconnected from these streets Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) Is to (know when!) to spit fire, n***a *echoes* The rules of the motherf**ing game [Chorus] Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) Cause some cats be fakin the move In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!) We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) Cause some cats be fakin the move In other words, breakin the rules! Make way, b**h, I'm coming through I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the f** are you? why'all n***as be, listenin to that false information Here your ?-ation Thugs know home team from the BK and move n***as Run with them guns bust off like John Woo Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin Try to